Jackson was born and raised in South Jamaica, a neighborhood in the New York City borough of Queens. His mother Sabrina, a drug dealer, died in a fire when he was 8. Since his father had already abandoned the family, young Curtis was sent to live with his grandparents. Growing up during the crack epidemic of the 80s and 90s, Jackson dealt drugs when he wasn't "killing time" at school or boxing at a local gym. His grandparents assumed he was at after-school programs when he was out selling crack. In tenth grade, Jackson was caught with guns and drug money passing through the metal detectors at Andrew Jackson High School in Queens. In 1994, Jackson was arrested again for selling vials of cocaine to an undercover officer, and three weeks later he was arrested yet-again after police found heroin, crack cocaine, and a starter pistol in his home. Jackson was sentenced to 3 to 9 years in prison, but opted to join a 6 month boot camp program and get his GED. Around this time, Jackson began going by "50 Cent," inspired by deceased Brooklyn stick-up man Kelvin "50 Cent" Martin.
After leaving drug dealing to pursue a rap career, he released his debut album Guess Who's Back Again in 2002. He was discovered by Eminem and Dr. Dre and then signed to Interscope Records. He has since released Get Rich or Die Tryin' (2003), The Massacre (2006), Curtis (2007) and Before I Self Destruct (2009).
50 Cent has engaged in feuds with other rappers including Jay-Z, Ja Rule, The Game, Cam'ron, Fat Joe, and Rick Ross. He has also pursued an acting career, appearing in the semi-autobiographical film Get Rich or Die Tryin' in 2005, the Iraq War film Home of the Brave in 2006, and Righteous Kill in 2008. 50 Cent is one of the richest hip-hop performers, having a net worth estimated at US $440 million in 2008.
Before 50 Cent ever inked a major deal, he built up a substantial fan base in New York through underground mixtapes. 50 Cent met up with Jam Master Jay of Run-DMC and was signed to his label to write all of Jay’s music. After he’d left JMJ, he signed to Columbia Records in 1996. On this label, he released Power of the Dollar, and the singles How to Rob and Ghetto Qua Ran. Columbia Records released him from the label after being shot on May 24th, 2000.
Around this time, Eminem had heard one of 50 Cent’s demo tapes and expressed a huge interest in him on MTV, as did Dr. Dre. Shortly after this, 50 Cent officially signed to Interscope Records. He was the first rapper to sign to the joint label owned by Dr. Dre and Eminem. The first song he released on this record was entitled Wanksta and was featured on the 8 Mile soundtrack.
In its first week of release, his debut ”Get Rich Or Die Tryin’” sold 872,000 units - easily reaching Gold status. Within the second week it went Platinum (1 mil) and on April 12th, 2004 the RIAA certified it six times Platinum.
In 2005 he followed the success of his album Get Rich or Die Tryin’ with a new release - The Massacre (originally called St. Valentines Day Massacre until the release date was pushed back). The first single released off this, Disco Inferno, was a huge hit - he followed this hit up by the release of Candy Shop and then again with Just a Lil Bit.
In 2003 Interscope Records allowed 50 Cent to have his own label - G-Unit Records. He first signed Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo and Young Buck as the established members of G-Unit Records. In 2004, Dr. Dre and 50 Cent had signed The Game under a joint venture.
P.I.M.P.
50 Cent Lyrics
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But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
Now shorty, she in the club, she dancin' for dollars
She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce & Gabbana
She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her 'cause they want her
I spit a little G, man, and my game got her
A hour later have that ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear sayin' they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar tryna get a drink up out her
She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk
She from the country, think she like me 'cause I'm from New York
I ain't that nigga tryna holla 'cause I want some head
I'm that nigga tryna holla 'cause I want some bread
I could care less how she perform when she in the bed
Bitch, hit that track, catch a date, and come and pay the kid
Look, baby, this is simple, you can't see
You fuckin' with me, you fuckin' with a P-I-M-P
I don't know what you heard about me (woo)
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfuckin 'P-I-M-P
I'm 'bout my money, you see, girl, you can holla at me
If you fuckin' with me, I'm a P-I-M-P
Not what you see on TV, no Cadillac, no greasy
Head full of hair, bitch, I'm a P-I-M-P
Come get money with me if you curious to see
How it feels to be with a P-I-M-P
Roll in the Benz with me, you could watch come TV
From the backseat of my V, I'm a P-I-M-P
Girl, we could pop some champagne and we could have a ball
We could toast to the good life, girl, we could have it all
We could really splurge, girl, and tear up the mall
If ever you needed someone I'm the one you should call
I'll be there to pick you up if ever you should fall
If you got problems I can solve 'em, they big or they small
That other nigga you be with ain't 'bout shit
I'm your friend, your father, and confidant, bitch
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P
I told you fools before, I stay with the tools
I keep a Benz, some rims, and some jewels
I holla at a ho 'til I got a bitch confused
She got on Payless, me? I got on gator shoes
I'm shoppin' for chinchillas, in the summer they cheaper
Man, this ho you can have her, when I'm done I ain't gon' keep her
Man, bitches come and go, every nigga pimpin' know
This ain't a secret, you ain't gotta keep it on the low
Bitch, choose on me, I'll have you strippin' in the street
Put my other hoes down, you get your ass beat
Now Niki my bottom bitch, she always come up with my bread
The last nigga she was with put stitches in her head
Get your ho out of pocket, I'll put a charge on a bitch
'Cause I need four TVs and AMGs for the six
Ho make a pimp rich, I ain't payin', bitch
Catch a date, suck a dick, shit, trick
I don't know what you heard about me (yeah)
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me (woo)
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see (uh-huh)
That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P
I don't know what you heard about me (uh-huh)
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me (yeah)
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P
Yeah, in Hollywood they say, "There's no business like show business"
In the hood they say, "There's no business like ho business", you know?
They say I talk a little fast, but if you listen a little faster
I ain't got to slow down for you to catch up, bitch
Hahaha, yeah
The lyrics to 50 Cent's song “P.I.M.P” revolves around 50 Cent's life as a pimp and the women he deals with in the process. The song is the acronym for “Power In Making Profit". The song is a classic rap anthem that focuses on the indulgences of luxury cars and high-end clothing, but at the same time, the lyrics depict a story of the mistreatment and objectification of women. The lyrics portray how 50 Cent’s character, a pimp, sees women as a means of making profits and asserts how he will not let any woman use his charm and musical success to extort him in any way.
The lyrics also discuss how 50 Cent's character is always about his money, and women should only approach him if they are ready to indulge in his lifestyle or do business with him. The verses, “If you wanna get a sip, you gotta get a grip. And don't waste my time with that broke-ass shit," show how the rapper has zero tolerance for broke women who cannot afford the lifestyle he offers, underlining their inferiority to him.
In summary, the lyrics of 50 Cent's "P.I.M.P" are about 50 Cent's experiences and the treatment of women within the music industry by exploiting them for financial gain.
Line by Line Meaning
I don't know what you heard about me
I am not aware of the rumors spread about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
Women cannot take advantage of me financially
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
I don't flaunt my money through expensive cars or hairstyles
That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P
I am a successful pimp and proud of it
(now, shorty)
Attention is now being focused on a particular woman, referred to as 'shorty'
Now shorty, she in the club, she dancin' for dollars
Shorty is performing in the club for money
She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
She has a strong desire for high-end fashion brands
That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce & Gabbana
She has a preference for luxurious fashion brands
She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her 'cause they want her
She provides them with impossible fantasies to aspire towards, which they pay her for, as they desire her
I spit a little G, man, and my game got her
My gangster talk has enticed her
A hour later have that ass up in the Ramada
An hour later, she is in the hotel room with me
Them trick niggas in her ear sayin' they think about her
Other men are trying to entice her and say they are thinking of her
I got the bitch by the bar tryna get a drink up out her
I have taken her to the bar and am trying to get her drunk
She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk
She is attracted to my looks, mannerisms, and speech
She from the country, think she like me 'cause I'm from New York
She is from the countryside and thinks that the fact I am from New York is attractive
I ain't that nigga tryna holla 'cause I want some head
I am not trying to talk to her just to get oral sex
I'm that nigga tryna holla 'cause I want some bread
I am trying to talk to her because I want money
I could care less how she perform when she in the bed
I am not concerned about her sexual performance
Bitch, hit that track, catch a date, and come and pay the kid
Go sell yourself, find clients, and bring me the money
Look, baby, this is simple, you can't see
The truth is simple, but you don't understand it
You fuckin' with me, you fuckin' with a P-I-M-P
If you deal with me, you are dealing with a pimp
I'm 'bout my money, you see, girl, you can holla at me
I am all about making money, so if you want to get involved, come talk to me
Not what you see on TV, no Cadillac, no greasy
I am not like the representation of pimps people see on TV, and I don't spend money on extravagant things
Head full of hair, bitch, I'm a P-I-M-P
I may have all my hair, but I am still a pimp
Come get money with me if you curious to see
If you want to learn how to make money as a prostitute, come work with me
How it feels to be with a P-I-M-P
What it is like being with a pimp
Roll in the Benz with me, you could watch come TV
We can ride around in my Mercedes and watch TV in the backseat
From the backseat of my V, I'm a P-I-M-P
Even from the backseat of my car, I am still a pimp
Girl, we could pop some champagne and we could have a ball
We can celebrate and enjoy ourselves with some champagne
We could toast to the good life, girl, we could have it all
We can make a toast to living luxuriously and having everything we want
We could really splurge, girl, and tear up the mall
We can go all out and spend all our money at the mall
If ever you needed someone I'm the one you should call
If you ever need someone to rely on, I am the one you should contact
I'll be there to pick you up if ever you should fall
I will be there to help you if you ever find yourself in trouble
If you got problems I can solve 'em, they big or they small
I can solve any problem, no matter the size or complexity
That other nigga you be with ain't 'bout shit
The other man you are seeing is worthless and not worth your time
I'm your friend, your father, and confidant, bitch
I am your friend, father figure, and confidant
I told you fools before, I stay with the tools
I have mentioned before that I carry weapons
I keep a Benz, some rims, and some jewels
I own a Benz, have some stylish car rims, and wear jewelry
I holla at a ho 'til I got a bitch confused
I nag at a ho until she is unsure of what to do next
She got on Payless, me? I got on gator shoes
She is wearing cheap shoes from Payless, while I am wearing alligator shoes
I'm shoppin' for chinchillas, in the summer they cheaper
I am shopping for chinchilla fur coats, which are cheaper in the summer
Man, this ho you can have her, when I'm done I ain't gon' keep her
You can have this prostitute when I am done with her
Man, bitches come and go, every nigga pimpin' know
Prostitutes are temporary and every pimp knows this
This ain't a secret, you ain't gotta keep it on the low
This is not a secret and you don't have to keep it hidden
Bitch, choose on me, I'll have you strippin' in the street
Choose me as your pimp, and I will have you stripping in public
Put my other hoes down, you get your ass beat
If you disrespect my other prostitutes, you will be physically punished
Now Niki my bottom bitch, she always come up with my bread
Niki is my top prostitute, who always brings me money
The last nigga she was with put stitches in her head
The previous man she was involved with punched her in the head and caused her to need stitches
Get your ho out of pocket, I'll put a charge on a bitch
If your prostitute disobeys my rules, I will punish her
'Cause I need four TVs and AMGs for the six
I need four TVs and AMG Mercedes-Benz models for my group of prostitutes
Ho make a pimp rich, I ain't payin', bitch
Prostitutes make me rich and I'm not paying them
Catch a date, suck a dick, shit, trick
Go find clients, perform oral sex, and con them out of their money
Yeah, in Hollywood they say, "There's no business like show business"
In Hollywood, people say that show business is the best business
In the hood they say, "There's no business like ho business", you know?
In the ghetto, people say that the prostitution business is the best business
They say I talk a little fast, but if you listen a little faster
People may think I talk quickly, but if they pay close attention they can understand me
I ain't got to slow down for you to catch up, bitch
I don't have to adjust my speech for you to understand me, you just need to listen better
Hahaha, yeah
Laughing while ending the song
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Brandon Anthony Parrott, Curtis James Jackson, Denaun M. Porter
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@NageshNagshakti
The Anatomy of a Fall brought me back to this song.
@robertosoares2643
U know she did it dawg
@affanfadillah17
@@robertosoares2643 he was vibin too hard to the song and danced himself outta the window
@idrisskoumo6330
me too!
@mrs.medeiros7090
I’m literally watching it RIGHT NOW and paused it to come here and look up this important evidence 😂
@cheriedeurope
Same here
@affanfadillah17
WE FALLING OUT OF THE WINDOW WITH THIS ONE 🗣️🗣️🗣️🔥🔥🔥💯💯
@saidakhaitar8915
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@bilbopuggins
Anatomy of a fall brought me down here, too
@chanceForNotBeingRapper
seriously I thought it was some UK garage music because the beat is straight up humorous until the judge said it's Pimp Instrumental😅
I didn't recognize it because I listen to Candy Shop and in Da Club all day instead of this more famous track, and I only had listened to a Big Room House Dance Genre remix of Pimp which get rid of the magical harpoon-like instrument in the first 20 seconds, so I forgot how influential this track is